a parrot attack...that ended well

We were in the midst of a peaceful lunch with friends;

when suddenly I heard the flutter of wings;

parrot wings.

"The bird's loose!"

Just as I got my warning out -

the bird herself appeared;

she made a graceful high speed pass over the lunch table;

-landing gear down-

and began a rapid approach for either the window

or my head.

(Her favorite landing spot of all time...)

Not liking either option -

I offered her my hand.

And she took it.

It was such an odd moment for me -

I don't believe I've held the bird since...

Well - Years.

Joe grabbed the camera and captured the moment.

Of course she started scooting down my arm

(as you can see in the photo)

in an attempt to get Dad to "rescue" her,

but she never bit me...

You wouldn't think a little parrot bite would hurt.

You'd be surprised.

I know that the bird actually sort of likes me;

she knows she does too.

She will almost always talk for me,

(she can be pretty stubborn about talking sometimes)

and over the seven years we've had her,

we've become pretty good friends.

-As long as I don't touch her cage.-

She is known to be nicer if she's away from her

house and other belongings...

She's very possessive about her stuff.

Of course Dad is still her favorite person;

and always will be.

So we awarded her for escaping

with a bite of blueberry muffin...

and then she was escorted back to her house.

We're back to double-checking that all of her doors are secured.

She has an uncanny knack for opening them.

And I have a feeling that those lovely turquoise flight feathers

are going to be getting another trim here shortly...